On the big road of life, there isn't any bigger pothole than worrying about
the little things. You get so little from it.
I was reminded of this recently when I noticed a little bump on my face.
That was followed by a mole on my neck that just didn't look right to my mom.
So off to the skin doctor I went for a biopsy - when they cut out part of your
skin, leaving behind little potholes on your body that are stitched back
I learned I had basal cell cancer (a type of skin cancer, less serious...